Chuck was a knowledgeable man. He knew it and wore it where everyone could see it. He had no one over him, no one to tell him what to do. He could do and did do as he pleased. God had blessed him much, but he did not acknowledge God at all. He had many accomplishments from the world’s perspective. He said he invented the “gang-groover”, which was supposedly the machine that put multiple grooves in a four by eight piece of paneling at the same time. He came up with the idea, found someone to draw up the plans and another person to build a prototype if I remember the story correctly. He got a 7-year patent on the device and made a ton of money.
He also went water skiing with Elvis Presley from what I understand. There was little that he had not done, participated in or didn’t know. He knew and did a lot and it was impossible to tell him anything. Like most times in my life it was one of the most difficult, but also the most rewarding. I learned more during this time as far as practical living experience than anytime in my life.
During that time, or shortly thereafter, I built a 24 x 24 out building on my property. I built the entire building by myself except for pouring the concrete pad. I got my father-in-law to teach me how to roof. That was the one thing I didn’t know. He showed me by doing some of it and I did the rest by myself. I built the window frames, wired it, finished the concrete (all the concrete company did was pour it and I did the rest). I set-up the frames for the pad and finished it. I had running water hooked-up and turned half of the building into a shop and the other half was for parking and working on vehicles. It was a nice shop that still stands today. Because of my time with Prince Electric I learned how to do these things.
We wired houses in Marshville, Monroe, Wadesboro, Mint Hill and other surrounding areas. We wired for several contractors and some independents. Chuck would bid on the independents and if we got it Ron and I would wire it. Ron was the lead guy. He would ride down the road picking his nose most of the time. I pretended not to see it. He wiped the boogers on the front of the seat. I looked at them one time. It was really gross.
After two years of crawling around in the cold mud during the winter, installing attic fans in unbearable heat during the summer and being hollered at for most of the time, I decided that I needed another job. I also didn’t like working with electricity. I was shocked several times. I had too many gaps in my pliars from cutting into hot wires.